Burger King God

Uh, yeah, I’ll take a Godly life – medium, on an extra holy bun with blessings, privilege and grace. Hold the hardship, persecution and heart break oh… and super size the fries and let them not go right to my butt…thanks God.

We treat God like He is the drive thru window at Burger King. We place our order and expect God to dole out exactly what we want, fresh and with a smile at our earliest convenience – which is usually right now!

I’m guilty of treating God like Burger King. In fact I’ve been stalking the drive thru because apparently there is something wrong with the intercom system. I’ve been praying, asking, pleading with God for this one thing.
At times the silence has been deafening. I drive around the block, believing that if I don’t place my order in just the right way I will starve.
Like the infamous Soup Nazi from “Seinfeld”, I place my order and hope that hearing nothing is better than the immortal words…”NO Soup For YOU!”

When I stop to think about this, I know God does not work this way. I know He hears my every prayer, spoken and silent. He hears the groan of my heart and knows every tear that has spilled from my eyes.
Unlike the perpetually grumpy person at the fast food window who is unconcerned with my happiness, health or dreams – God cares about me. He cares about my wants, desires, needs and He wants what is best for me. He is more concerned with my long – term well being than my desire for immediate gratification and stuffing my soul with junk food.
He Loves Me, unconditionally, with out fail, without reservation and without strings attached.

So after many a late night drive by prayer – ings, I came to the realization that God had in fact answered my prayer that I have been hurling at Him for years. Turns out, He has been answering it all along, but I was so busy telling Him what I wanted that I neglected to see what He had done.
His provision was far better, more beautiful and more intimate than anything I could have imagined.
When we stop ordering God around and allow Him to “have it His way” He will bless us in ways far beyond what we could ever ask or imagine.

Psalm 27:14 NIV

14 Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart 
 and wait for the LORD.

Your Love Never Fails by Jesus Culture
You stay the same through the ages, your love never changes
There maybe pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning
And when the ocean rage, I don’t have to be afraid
Because I know that you Love Me
Your Love Never Fails
You make all things work together for my good.

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5 thoughts on “Burger King God

  1. Rhonda says:

    Awesome! Such a great reminder of how deeply He loves us. He is not a vending machine or a fast food diner! His ways are so much higher and trustworthy. Love ya, My Little Buttercup!

  2. Beth says:

    Yeah… this is a hard one for me too! So many times, I REALLY do believe that I know what’s best. I’m sure thankful that God is patient with us (especially us slow learners!!)

  3. Sherry says:

    OK – I officially love this post!  I’ve often used the tem “vending machine Jesus” (snagged from the illustration video of course).

    And I totally get the Soup Nazi. I don’t like hearing “no soup for you!”. I keep thinking “how to I need to say that prayer” so that God really, for sure, no doubt about it, hears me, and likes what I’m saying.

    And even more so, how do I say those prayers just right so that God gives me audience and makes my blessings fall out of the vending machine. I press the button, You gimme gimme gimme (opps, now that really does sound like a 4-year old at the gumball machine – sigh).

    Thank goodness for Grace huh?

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